Saunders's Story: Part 3
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Good day! Welcome to the last installment of Saunders's story! I am your host, Milcah!
In our previous post, Saunders accepts Donovan's plan to have his old house demolished, but he's nervous about someone discovering the deal. It seems like Saunders's new house is going all well, with his mother liking the new house. Good for Mrs. Mead.
When the excavation starts, Alfred's spirits start to drop, only for him to awkwardly reply that everything's going well, thank you. This causes him to realize, being a naturally honest man, that he's been dabbling in dishonesty and it's affecting everyone, causing him to regret his mistake. He wants Alfred to give up the whole school shebang, but Alfred just wants the whole thing to go on, 'cause he's the new boss.
Since you want Saunders to expose the construction ring, oh boy, here you go. If he were to shut up, then he'd be called a con artist or be the aldermen's little pawn! oh no!
Saunders's first act, after he discovered how Alfred was being bullied into acquiescing in graft, was to go to Donovan, the president of the Board of Aldermen, and threaten him with exposure if he did not build the school-house according to the original plans. When Donovan pointed out that he had something on Saunders which he would not hesitate to use, Saunders carried his story to the editor of the paper of the opposition party. That paper doubled its circulation in the weeks following. Franklin rang with the scandal and the conservative group who did not want the taxes raised took advantage of the hysteria to get the school building postponed indefinitely.
Saunders himself was quickly involved, because the man whose lot had not been purchased had been propitiated with the contract to haul dirt and in retaliation for losing this job he exposed the deal between Saunders and Donovan. The outraged citizens lumped Saunders with the aldermen in their general condemnation. Mrs. Mead could not hold up her head before her neighbors, and Alfred ran away.
Saunders set his jaw. He accepted the punishment for his misstep as right, and determined to live down his disgrace. Later when Alfred, who was living a hobo life, wrote home for money, Saunders supplied it, although it meant that he had to deprive himself of everything but bare necessities.
Mr. Braley was the only one who understood Saunders's position and respected his desperate attempt to return to the path of complete honesty. When he died, some years later, he left Saunders an interest in the store and commended him in his will for the stanchness with which he had fought down disgrace. Saunders's fellow-citizens, who had not realized that winning back lost esteem is far more difficult than leading a life of continuous integrity, were so impressed by Mr. Braley's action that they felt more kindly toward Saunders. The man who had bought into the store at the time when Saunders, instead of taking advantage of Mr. Braley's offer, gave his money to Alfred, liked and trusted Saunders and the two carried on the business harmoniously for many years.
Alfred was not a complete disappointment, because, curiously enough, he developed a talent for verse-making in his wandering life. He was "discovered" by the Greenwich Village Poetry Association, and a slim volume of his verse, with a picture on the jacket of a man walking the railroad ties, was published and acclaimed. Saunders continued to support the poet as he had the tramp and his mother was prouder of her poet son than of any other of her children.
The consequence of Saunders's having acted dishonestly when he was essentially an honest man is a proof to any thoughtful person that to make a success in crime one must put one's whole soul into it as one must into any profession. People raised to be honest would better resign themselves to remaining honest.
And that ties the ribbons to Saunders's story. Tune in next week for a summary of his story and a special annoucement.
This is Milcah, signing off.










